Author's Note: Next chapter for this is out. As my guest had stated there is a few things that you might like to know. First thing first, yes Shirou did in fact learn mage craft at a young age, but I wont go into details for that will be explained at a later date. Second: I didn't even realize that Archers and Shirou's chants for unlimited blade works was different, so sorry about that. Third: for the grail not being sentient, well for the fic's sake lets say it was temporally sentient due to the minds of the servants it had absorbed, and as Arturia and Shirou defeated them it became hollow and then back to its original state once the last servant was defeated. Fourth: lets just say that it was the greater grail that they defeated, I would rather not bring the kaleidoscope magi into this fic. Fifth: Yes they will begin to remember their past life's but I wont go into detail on how or how much they will remember. Sixth: The reason I had them reborn is because I wanted them to grow up together, another reason is because I was under the impression that the grails power could only cause harm, and destroying their bodies would of counted as causing harm.

Hopefully this has answered most of your questions Guest.

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It had been six long years since the young princess had been born, with the new addiction being added to Jaspers and Walters care on the same day. Both had grown and were beginning to gain their own personalities.

The girl had been brought up on stories of honour, courage, and a will of steel by her father, while her mother had tried desperately to teach her etiquette. The result was a princess who desired to be a knight, the very embodiment of her fathers stories while trying to appease her mother. The girl could be seen regularly within the castle throne room or pestering Walter and her brother for sword lessons.

The boy had been raised in a similar fashion, but instead of stories of hero's, kings and knights he had Walters stories of war, battle and the lengths people will go to protect what they see as important. Instead of etiquette he was taught to be polite, respectful, and to be helpful to those in need. The end result of this upbringing was a polite child who tried to help everyone, be it animal or man. The boy was usually seen inside the gardens or helping the staff, be it inside the castle or the kitchen.

While both of these children had lived on the same estate for six years, neither one of them had seen the other before. However that would change today.

(Shirou's Morning)

As usual Shirou awoke at the same time as the staff and Jasper, the bear like snoring of his uncle Walter being the only sound to greet his new found awareness. Once the boy had removed the sleep from his eyes he began to get dressed, placing a plain light blue shirt and a brown pair of trousers on his bed as he searched his draws for some pants and socks. Once the boy had acquired said items he put everything on, slipping a pair of sand coloured sandals on once he was done. A quick check in the mirror while running his tiny hands through his blazing red hair showed that he was ready for the day, thus a smiling boy left the room and headed towards his destination.

As Shirou headed towards the kitchens he greeted the staff, his smile warming faces of tired servants and soldiers alike. It was a short walk to the kitchens for the young boy, and it didn't take long for him to be greeted by the smell of dough and fresh veggies. At the site of Shirou the servants began to work more effectively, not desiring the boy to catch their bad habits. It didn't take long for the head chef to notice the difference in his kitchen, or the cause. It was with a wide smile that the man greeted his little assistant, welcoming him to his work place before pointing towards a bowl full of dough that was still in need of kneading. Shirou walked quickly, not wanting to receive the chefs wrath for running, to the table. It was only after reaching the table that he noticed he was too small to reach the bowl.

The little boy pouted before turning to the nearest servant, said servant was a young woman that couldn't hold her giggles at the boys expression. It didn't take long for the young woman to get Shirou a stool to stand on, the woman smiling down at the boy before ruffling his hair and returning to her chopping board. The child happily dug in, a smile on his face as his arms became covered in flour.

And that's how Shirou's morning carried on, receiving ingredients and spices for the cooks once he had finished with the dough which was quickly put in the oven for bread. All the while his smile stayed in place, happy to help the cooks and 'playing' with the dough. After a period of time the food began to reach the final stages, the staff trickled out and began to do their other duties. Once only the boy and the head chef remained, the chef turned to the boy. "That's everything, but if you would knead some of this dough we could make some cookies. Make sure not to touch anything while I go for a small break," the man clearly knew how to work with small children if the giddy grin on the boys face was anything to go by.

As the man left he couldn't help but smile at the boy, when the boy had first came to his kitchen a few months ago he had demanded the child to leave, but after a while of constant pestering he finally let the boy help. He couldn't be happier that he had with the current results that the action brought, staff working better, meals being finished faster and most of all the positive comments from the king himself.

The happy boy quickly got to work, his mouth watering slightly at the thought of freshly baked cookies. As the boy worked he started to hum, a little song playing in his head as he did so. "Cookies~ Cookies~ lets bake some Cookies~," if the boy had been more aware he may of noticed the creak from the main doorway to the castle, and if he had he may of also stopped himself from a painful landing. "Who are you?" A young girls voice sounded out, startling the boy and knocking him off his stool, luckily he hadn't brought the bowl and dough down with him.

The boy rubbed his aching bum as he sat up, turning his head to find the person responsible to his injure. The one responsible for it was no other than a little girl, long blond hair tied behind her head by a blue ribbon while sparkling green eyes stared upon him. The petite girls face looked like she was trying to hold her breath for some reason. After a few moments of staring the boy stood up, remembering one of the few lessons Jasper had taught him he decided on how he would respond. "My name is Shirou, but isn't it impolite to ask someone for their name before giving your own?" Shirou tilted his head to the side as he said his, his face showing curiosity as he did so.

(Arturia's Morning)

Unlike her usual mornings Arturia woke without the insistence of her family butler Jasper, which she had only done a few times before. It surprised her that she could be awake so early, knowing that Jasper usually woke her when breakfast was ready. After a few minutes of grumbling she forced herself out of bed, looking around while hoping her attire for the day had been prepared. It was with a relieved sigh that she looked upon a set of clothes at the end of her bed, neatly pressed and folded. It didn't take the little girl long to get dressed, grabbing a ribbon as she headed for the mirror to make sure she was presentable for her mother. What she saw in the mirror was a girl wearing a white silk dress with small blue designs running along her arms and collar, the dress itself reached down to the girls ankles. The girls feet were worn in a pair of light blue shoes with a small heel, a little ribbon tied in a bow was used instead of laces. Arturia smiled, happy that her appearance wouldn't get her in trouble. As Arturia left her room she placed her hair into its usual style, a small ponytail with her bangs framing both sides of her face.

As the girl headed towards Walters room to pester him for some early morning practice she was greeted by the staff, the young princess returned the soldiers greeting with a little nod while she waved at the servants like her mother had taught her. It took a while for her to reach his room since it was on the other side of the castle, though it didn't take her long to realize which room it was with the snoring she could hear. She couldn't help but pity anyone who had to share a room with the man, as well as being a little amazed that anyone could sleep with it.

As she entered the room she instantly noticed Walter, his large form laid out on the floor with several mugs surrounding him, his grizzly beard scrunched up against the floor he was laying on. Arturia had a small giggle at seeing a man in military uniform out cold like that. After a quick look around she was able to see the wooden training swords hung up on the wall, with a giddy smile she ran over to them and began jumping to reach them. After several long moments of failure she gave up and decided to force Walter awake. After several prods with her feet, a few pokes with her fingers and a few yanks of his beard she realized he wouldn't get up. She came up with a solution quite easily, remembering how her mother splashed her father in the face with a glass of water when he was in a similar state.

The princess made a small jog to the kitchens, knowing that the main entrance wasn't that far from where she was currently. As soon as she spotted the large entrance she opened the door, heading down several steps to get inside. However, instead of seeing several staff members like she had suspected she saw a red haired boy instead, humming a catchy tune as he kneaded some dough in front of him. "Who are you?" She could help but ask.

As the princess saw the boy trip and fall onto his bottom she had to hold her breath to stop herself from laughing, she didn't want to seem mean to the boy when she herself had caused him to fall. Just when she thought that she wouldn't be able to hold it in any longer the boy spoke with his rich gold eyes peering into her own, "my name is Shirou, but isn't it impolite to ask someone for their name before giving your own?" As Shirou spoke Arturia gained a small blush, she had forgotten about some of her mothers lessons again. Once she was able to get rid her embarrassment she answered.

"My name is Arturia Pendragon, what are you doing anyway?" Now it was Arturia's turn to show her curiosity, it wasn't like she saw anyone her age around the castle after all, so she was a little curios.

Shirou knew he had heard her name somewhere before, he was sure that Jasper had said something about it when he was younger. But those thoughts flew out of his head when she asked what he was doing. "I'm kneading some dough to make some cookies!" Shirou stated with glee.

The princess herself licked her lips at the thought of cookies, like all children she loved sweets. "I'll help!" She announced, wanted to have some cookies herself.

Shirou took a careful look at the girl in front of him, noticing the expensive looking dress he knew she would get in trouble for messing it up. After a quick survey of the room he grabbed the smallest apron, which was several sizes too big for either of them and ended up dragging on the floor. "Arm's up," he spoke in the tone Jasper used to use when he helped him to get dressed, the girl automatically rouse her arms and he slipped the apron over her head.

Arturia couldn't stop the shock from entering her system from what just happened. The boy in front of her just mimicked her butler to the point were she reacted in her normal fashion, and then he drapes a giant cloth over her. "Pull your sleeves up and then have a try at kneading the dough," with herself still being in shock she just moved. Once she stepped on the stool she came back to her senses, and immediately tried to knead with as much force as possible. The result was her face being blasted by flour. Hearing the quiet laugher behind her caused her eyebrow the twitch, a small growl left her throat as she grabbed a piece of dough and lobbed it into Shirou's face.

Shirou flayed about for a second, before quickly recovering. The large blob of dough on his face slowly slid down allowing him to see the smirking face of Arturia. A tiny glare shone through the mass of dough, Shirou latched onto a bit stuck to his face and throw it back, landing right into her mouth.

From then on out it was war, flour and dough flow across the room covering both of them. The princess had gained the main ammo to use and used it she did, Shirou in a bid for safety grabbed a cutting board and used it as a shield. No long after Shirou began to use the board like a bat, bouncing the dough back at Arturia. Said girl managed to catch most of the rebound shots back into the bowl, but several managed to pass her guard and lodged themselves onto her dress and hair. In a fit of feminine fury she charged forward, fully intending to use all of her ammo while doing so however, she had forgotten about the apron and ended up tripping on its length. The bowl launched itself into the air, both realizing that they could gain or lose the advantage if the bowl landed in the others hand ran towards the landing point. Not paying attention to their enemy they ended up colliding with one another, the bowl somehow managed to land on both of they heads, sticking their heads together in a sticky mess.

"What's the hell is going on here!" as a loud voice bellowed both gulped, slowly they raised the bowl above their heads and spotted the furious head chef glaring down at them. Shirou scratched his neck as he became nervous knowing that Jasper was going to hear about this, while Arturia lowed her head in shame knowing full well that she was in trouble for this.

(Dinning Room, twenty minutes later)

King Uther and Jasper were forcing there faces into a stern look, trying with all their might to stop themselves from laughing at the mess the children where in. the King had already sent out his wife and Walter knowing full well that those two would not be able to hold their laugher in, and in Walters case congratulating them on the mess they were in. He had noticed that the furious look on the chefs face had left as soon as the children's back was turned, turning into a full blown grin in the process. As the boy looked around the room while avoiding his eye his daughter looked straight to the floor, he decided that he better get this over with before his stern face broke.

"So who was responsible for this?" The King knew full well that both where responsible, he just wanted to see if they had the guts to admit it. After several seconds he was about to speak when the boy stepped forward,

"It was my fault your highness, I shouldn't of laughed at her when she got herself covered in flour." The king couldn't help but be surprised that the boy had the guts to admit that, he was about to congratulate the boy on his courage when his own daughter walked forward.

"No it was my fault, I shouldn't have thrown the dough when he laughed," again he was surprised, and once again as he was about to speak when one of the children out did him.

"No it was my fault," the boy spoke with a apologetic voice to his daughter.

"No it was my fault," his daughter replied back, the same tone as the boy

"No it was mine!" The boy raised his voice this time.

"No it was mine!" This time his daughter did.

And from then on the two argued about it being their own fault and not the others, getting louder and louder with each turn they took. It took several moments before he got over his surprise and decided to watch the two with amusement evidently shown in his eyes, he could see Jasper quivering while holding his stomach in the corner of his eye, the man must have been trying to hold in his own laughter. However, when both of them began to shout at one another he had enough and chose to silence them. "Enough!" With that both shut up as if they had lost their ability to speak, "Servant, take the two to get cleaned up, and Jasper bring Walter and my wife back in." The King ordered, his lips twitching with an urge to smile as the children were dragged away, he could hear them continuing the argument as soon as they were out of site.

He noticed his old friend Walter laughing as he entered, obviously the man had been watching the whole thing, his wife must of also if the giggles she was trying to hide were anything to go by. He decided that he might as well ask them some questions before telling them his idea. "Are you intending to train the boy Walter?"

Walter just looked at Uther like he was an idiot for several seconds before answering, "of course I am, what sort of Uncle would I be to the boy if I didn't train him in the art of combat!" Walter said the last part with passion before gripping his forehead, showing everyone that he still had a hang over.

Uther mentally ticked Requirement one off as he moved on to the next question. "Jasper are you planning to teach him all the manners and such things like you, yourself know?"

Jasper looked at the King with a proud look, most likely pleased with something. "As you have seen with the way Shirou spoke to you, your highness, my teaching methods are already having an effect."

The King mentally ticked off Requirement two as he spoke on his first idea to his wife. "What do you think about that boy being Arturia's play mate? She does need someone her own age to play with, after all, Walter and her brother can't entertain her all the time."

The Queen didn't take long to answer, she had been complaining to her husband about her daughter not having any friends her own age. And with such a polite young man as her friend maybe her daughter would take her etiquette lessons more seriously. "I think it's a wonderful idea."

With a smile on his face the King dismissed them, happy that his spur of the moment plan was working. "If this works out well my daughter will have her own butler slash bodyguard, but that can wait till their older," the man thought before he began to finish his meal, having completely forgotten about it due to the ruckus the children had made.

Narrator Section:

Gazzadcs: Thanks for the save Shirou, that Tiger would of eaten me if you hadn't distracted her

Fate/Stay Night Shirou: No problem! But I suggest that you stop calling Fuji-nee a tiger, or she really might eat you after finishing my food *Sweat drop*

Gazzadcs: No worries, Anyhow that's the Second Chapter, Hope you enjoyed it and please Review!

Fate/Stay Night Shirou: Well if that's done I'm going to go back to cooking, Saber really eats too much *Sigh*

Gazzadcs: See you Shirou, And the same to you people, look forward to the next chapter.

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